This is a song about "Left"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Take away what ever's left

This is everything that we call hype

All the people you left behind.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i'm left for the corrections,

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

So here i am at the store for some chips

You gotta make sure you aim right

Left her outta the limelight

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Hold up yea we the best

'till there's nothin' left.